Sometimes, old habits die hard.
It was thought that the sex drive of an entire race could be removed, that indeed, it had already begun to die as the Irken race began to become far more machine than flesh. Hatcheries arose, glistening temples of steel and science – the epitome of the destruction of the sex drive, and all the unnecessary emotions that went alongside it. Irkens, from now on, would be cloned and immediately fitted with a PAK upon birth.
This was certainly not how it had always been.
Ever since becoming the Tallest, Red and Purple had begun to experience strange rushes of emotion. These were not emotions they could ever recall possessing, and in their timid, awkward awakening they tried to repress it rather than encourage it. Yet though neither ever spoke a word on the subject – Red had caught those glances Purple occasionally gave him, some archaic body language he felt he should not have understood. He shuddered in the knowledge that he knew exactly what those glances meant.
It did not take that long for Red to submit to the feelings he had tried to hold in reserve – after all, he was a creature of indulgence. It was an awkward encounter, one that was never really meant to have been – but one that enflamed and brought out things within him he had long thought dead. Lust seemed to shudder into life by the mere taking of Purple's hand, the waves of cooing pleasure like a numb limb being massaged back into feeling as his body guided his mouth to his neck.
His kisses had been so nervous and shaky at first, but grew with passion when his partner said not a word but silently leaned back into his touch. It was unusual, certainly, to not hear him complain or whine – but even the very, very quiet, "What are you doing?" was so unlike Purple. He had expected a violent reaction, a shove at least – but no such thing came.
A tangle of antenna led to deeper, more intense kisses. Their mouths never touched, but his claws ran fluently up and down across the others armour – somewhat disappointed in how unnatural and wrong this all felt. And then, in a matter of a minute or two – they parted - confused, scared and perhaps just a little bit satisfied.
It was the beginning of something, a journey neither had anticipated nor wanted – but one that instinct and desire forced their hands to do.